Seeing that King Yan did not refute, he also understood what King Yan meant, and walked straight to the woman. There is a difference between men and women, not to mention that she is the person that King Yan cares about so much. He stood in a place where he could see her expression without being rude.

"Girl, this person we are protecting is not an ordinary person, but the lord of Dao Qiguo, so I don't dare to be careless, I hope the girl will understand."

Seeing the woman nodding, Xiao Junfan said again, "Please tell the girl Fang's name." Where do you live? What else happened to you that hurt so badly? ”

Xiao Junfan is not a person who can beat around the bush, so the inquiry is more direct.

"The little girl's surname is Song Qiuying, and her family lives at the northern foot of Mangshan Mountain."

The apricot-eyed woman said her name, and Yan Yinan's heart was involved. Autumn fireflies? What a tragic life experience to call such a sad name!

Yan Yinan couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, although her origin was unknown, he had the idea of wanting to protect her, and wanted to protect her until she was old. But he is the king of a country, and he must not joke with his life. This made him put away his distress for her and continued to listen to her.

"My parents died young, and I was the only one left. Since childhood, he was influenced by his father and studied medicine. That day, I climbed the mountain to collect medicine, and met a few biao men who asked for money to go up the mountain to collect medicine. Knowing that the wicked were in the way, they fled down the mountain without wanting to make trouble, but they saw that the little girl was slightly lustful and wanted to be rude. Qiu Ying was already choked, and the past was still vivid.

"Although the little girl has some kung fu, she is not their opponent, she can't resist, and she is beaten to the top by them."

Qiu Ying saw that Xiao Junfan was silent and hurriedly said, "The little girl doesn't dare to lie." ”

There were tears in her eyes, she was very aggrieved, and Xiao Junfan didn't know what to say. Jiang Wen heard that although he believed it, he didn't believe it all, and it was the best policy to keep quiet.

"Without further ado, I'll go back to the capital today." Yan Yinan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, opened his mouth.

At the same time that Qiu Ying was brought back to the capital of Daoqi by King Yan. The famous building "Hua Manlou" also came to a pretty woman, and the nobles in the country, whether the lord or the son, came to visit, and almost stepped on the threshold of the Hua Manlou.

On the gorgeous stage, a half-veiled woman is dancing, the woman's steps are as light as a butterfly or a fly, and every time she looks back, she attracts a good voice from the audience.

At the end of the dance, as soon as the veiled woman stood still, Mother Hua walked up. Mother Hua's name is Hua Qiang, and everyone knows it in the country where she is transferred. said she was a mother, but in fact she was just a twenty-six or seventeen-year-old woman. Willow eyebrows, hook eyes, jade fat hands, lotus steps, infinite charm.

"Today is the day when we meet guests for the first time in the new Kui Xue of the building...... as the owner of the building, Hua Qiang knows how to arouse the interest of the guests, and pulls the end of a sentence enough, but is not busy saying the next sentence.

She took a breath, swept the away side with her soul eye and said, "Our new kui is only a performer, not a ......."

"Even if you don't sell your body, you can play the piano and write poems with such a beautiful woman, sing and drink all night, and it is not in vain to walk in this world in this life." Before Mother Hua finished speaking, a young man in a purple brocade robe and holding a red plum folding fan with a strong rouge smell said loudly.

"Only sell your art, not your body? Playing the piano and listening to poems? Mother Hua, I'm afraid this is not what Hua Manlou should have! In the dust, you still want to be alone? A small-eyed man wearing a dark green shirt with a jade belt around his waist and a slightly chubby figure said.

The young man was silent, his eyes slanted at the man, as if he was despising his vulgarity.

"Mother Flower, I packed it for the first night of the remnant snow girl." The boy's voice was raised one step higher.

"Little doll, this doesn't mean that the bag is just a bag, you have to take out something real." A well-dressed half-year-old man said and put a silver ingot on the tea table.

"Even a pengot of silver has the courage to visit the Huamanlou? It's already half a hundred years old, and you're still so stingy when you come to Fengyue, and you're not afraid of blushing when you say it? A thin man in a green cloth shirt said. A discerning person knew at a glance that he was a family member, and he was calling for the red-robed man sitting next to him.

I saw the green cloth shirt slapped his hands, and a lower-grade family behind him handed over a cloth bag, opened the bag, and poured some white flowers and shiny silver on the table.